Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

George Miller re-visits his oil-soaked franchise with another brutal, female-dominated action film.

“Furiosa” backs up, fills in the blanks and does a solid job of giving its title character a history that answers questions that its predecessor left in the dust.

While it has you in its grip initially, it gradually loses its way amid marauding tribes, lynch mobs and innumerable chases through the sand dunes on souped-up vehicles. There are moments that take your breath away but don't add up to pack in a wallop.

This script should have been released first. It would've elevated Fury Road... The dynamic here is reversed, though this is still a very good film.

Nothing could ever be Fury Road, but if you want the spectacle and a reason to go back to theaters this summer, this is a great one.

If Furiosa had been a standalone, it would be considered an incredible feat, but as the fifth instalment, it doesn’t evolve on the spectacle we’ve already seen in Fury Road.

The siege on a custom big rig is one of the most thrilling sequences I’ve ever seen in a movie.

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga is beautiful madness and pure cinematic bliss—epic storytelling packed with fiery mayhem and so much more.

Furiosa's pleasures are difficult to resist. The larger scope yields some striking, poetic moments, as well as skillfully staged setpieces that bring to mind John Ford and Sergio Leone.

George Miller defies all expectations with Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, a prequel that cements itself as a crucial piece of the Mad Max mythos. It’s hard to think of another modern prequel that significantly compliments its predecessor like this one does.